There’s no biting again, which is weird, just kissing. “Don’t you want to bite me anymore?” Ben asks sleepily, once they’re in bed. He feels Xander smile against his shoulder. Xander is snuggled up against him and their arms and legs are tangled. “I love to bite you, Benjamin.” “Why do you love it?” “Probably some Freudian thing.” “You don’t believe in Freud.”
